novelslam Chapter 339 - 341: Removing the Tumor
Chapter 339 - 341: Removing the Tumor
Chapter 339: Chapter 341: Removing the TumorChapter 341: Eliminating the Cancer
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"You can still survive! I’ll give you one chance, what’s your relationship with that man in the mask?" Even though Qiao Hongtian was middle-aged, the aura he exuded was not something ordinary young people could match.
"Heh, do you think you might be a little too conceited, Mr. Qiao?" Black Hawk said lightly, with a faint smile.
Although it was just a light smile, it caused a significant shock in Qiao Hongtian’s heart.
Qiao Hongtian had always treated him like a dog to train, but he never expected him to talk to himself like this today. This contrast made Qiao Hongtian feel an ominous premonition rising within him.
"Don’t waste your breath on me! Do you think I really wouldn’t dare to kill you? You’re nothing but a dog I raised. Just a dog that makes money for me! Without me, you would have been dead long ago!"
Qiao Hongtian pressed the tip of the arrow hard against Black Hawk’s head, his voice clanging with power.
"Mr. Qiao, would you say that the speed at which you release the arrow is faster, or is it that you die faster?" Suddenly, instead of showing any fear, Black Hawk calmly started this conversation with him.
"What did you say?"
Qiao Hongtian’s old face twitched.
"What he means is he’s asking whether you shoot arrows faster or die faster!"
Just then, a detached male voice came from behind Qiao Hongtian. Qiao was seasoned enough to know that someone who could appear silently behind him must be far more terrifying than Black Hawk. In a single swift motion, he pointed the hand arrow behind him, realizing that the person was undoubtedly much more dreadful.
But just as he turned and aimed the hand arrow at the man behind him, he suddenly discovered that the arrow in his hand, at a speed too fast for the naked eye to discern, twisted and softened until the dark mouth of the arrow had turned into an iron hook!
"You!"
Before Qiao Hongtian could finish his sentence, the man abruptly grasped Qiao’s neck forcefully with a large hand.
In a single stride, he pinned Qiao Hongtian hard against the wall. As the strength in his arm increased, Qiao’s body slowly lifted off the ground, completely suspended by one robust arm.
When Qiao Hongtian managed to see the man’s face, his eyes bulged as he struggled fiercely, but beneath Lin Zifeng’s powerful grip, he had no hope of resistance. Perhaps Qiao at his age could handle a couple of street punks, but contending with a freak like Lin Zifeng was sheer suicide.
"It’s you!" Qiao Hongtian’s face reddened from being hoisted up, his eyes fixed on the man in the antique mask before him.
"Haven’t you been looking for me for days?" Lin Zifeng said coldly, smiling from behind his mask.
"You!" Qiao Hongtian was choked to the point that he could hardly speak.
At that moment, Lin Zifeng gave Black Hawk a knowing look, and then he released Qiao’s throat. But before Qiao’s body hit the ground, Black Hawk pulled out two small black, sharp knives from his clothing.
Whoosh, whoosh filled the entire office.
Just before he was about to land, Qiao Hongtian was viciously struck by the two knives in both shoulders, pinning him harshly against the wall! Sweat poured from Qiao’s forehead from the pain, yet he didn’t let out a terrible scream, biting down hard and enduring it.
Lin Zifeng, who had turned away, suddenly looked back at Qiao with a hint of surprise. Indeed, he was an underworld kingpin who had dominated Zhonghai City for decades. Such endurance was expected.
Lin Zifeng slowly walked to the office chair where Qiao had just been sitting, propped his legs up, leisurely smoked a cigarette, and began rummaging through the drawers, looking over the drug transactions Qiao had been dealing all these years.
Every time he saw an account marked with a red dot, Lin Zifeng’s brow would uncontrollably furrow.
Watching the man who looked like the Death God going through the drug business he had sold all these years, Qiao Hongtian started to get agitated, but his shoulders were deeply nailed to the wall by the knives, his body hanging there. The agony of the knives grinding against his shoulder blades almost made Qiao faint, but he clenched his teeth and held on desperately.
"Mr. Qiao, don’t you feel a bit uncomfortable spending all the money you’ve made over the years?" Lin Zifeng asked slowly, putting down the ledger and staring at Qiao with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
"If you guys have the guts, just kill me! I’m not afraid to die," Qiao Hongtian’s twisted face began shaking from the pain.
"I know you’re not afraid to die, but I just want to ask you, all these years you’ve been luring Fusang people to sell ’powder’ to Huaxia, don’t you feel the slightest pangs of conscience?"
From the inspection just now, Qiao Hongtian had sold several tons of powder alongside Fusang people. Who knows how many families had been destroyed, wives and children separated? And what infuriated Lin Zifeng the most was that for all these years, through smuggling and dealing, this guy targeted exclusively the people of Huaxia. Was he not Chinese himself?
How could he be so ruthless to his own compatriots? Was he not afraid of retribution, either for himself or for his son?
Lin Zifeng did not consider himself a good person, nor could he be the Savior who would rescue countless people from dire straits. What he could do was remove such malignant tumors.